My in-laws decided that after 20+ years, it was time to move on. My father-in-law is an Ag teacher and FFA guru (like Ryan), and his high school was slowly cutting their program. Rick decided to find another position in a school that was actually excited about Ag and FFA, and he found one. Rick and Kim will be east-siders like 3 of their 4 children (sorry, Brynne), and a whole lot closer to us.
They put in an offer on a short-sale house back in June. Strangely enough, it is now the end of August, and there's no word from the bank. (Short-sale is the biggest misnomer in the whole. wide. world. If it wasn't for the fact that every once in a while you can get a good deal on a house, no one would ever put up with that nonsense. It's awful. Anyway.) Well, Rick starts work Wednesday, and their housing situation isn't everything they would want, and they have to be out of their house at the end of the month. So, we said, "Hey, we've got space. You can store your stuff here until you have a place for it."
Guess what we did yesterday? I'll give you a hint:
We had some people from the ward come and help unload too. PS It's worth being Mormon simply for the help you get when it's time to move. It's amazing each and every time. :)
It took about an hour to unload the truck into our garage, and most of the furniture into our house. The scrapbooks, musical instruments, and a few other things are also residing in the house. Anyone want to see baby or gawky teen pictures? I've got them now. heh heh heh.
In the afternoon, Ryan and I froze 10 quart-sized baggies worth of green beans from our garden. Rick and Kim took their truck back, Brynne and Curt left to go home, and Michael, Blair and Simon took naps.
As dinner time was approaching, I looked at the wall calender. I noticed that Rick and Kim's anniversary was the next day. I looked over at Ryan and asked, "Hey, weren't your parents married in '73?" He replied in the affirmative. We did some quick math and came up with 40 years. His parents were going to celebrate their 40th wedding anniversary. We should do something.
We sent Michael and Blair off to get a cake, got out the china plates and nice flatware, and had ourselves a celebration. (With their two good children, Ryan and Michael, who remembered their anniversary. :) )